"So barkeep, about that room, you said you only let em out to people you like . . . . . what about people you'll learn to like, namely myself. . . . . or perhapes I could do a trade, my services for yours ?"

You can beat me, you can kick me, you can kill me . . . but don't ever, ever bore me. ~ graduate of Caligulas RPing university ~

The bartender considered "The radio only gets NPR, and the TV only gets a channel of endless Mexican soaps. Except on leep year days when we get a MASH marathon for some reason. I think they have prarrie home companion on if you wanna listen to that." A grin split his face, "Or you could not be cheep and put a quarter in the jukebox over there." A rag indicated a dark shape in one corner, covered by a sheet."As for you, I like guys, I might give them a room. Thats a rule. Only guy who ever broke that was the guy who gave me my tatto. And that is a work of art to compart to the Mona Lisa. However, you have not pissed me off so there is a good chance you might earn room four before closing time."

"I saw it, there, in the sewers...for just a second. All hunched over, skin pale white beneath those rags...so many rags. The vermin crawled about his feet like idolaters at worship, and I swear that the wind drew breath in a frightened gasp at his passing. He wore cold like a cloak and I swear that behind that smiling golden mask he was laughing at me as his curved blade rose and fell, cutting through my men. It left wounds filled with crystals of salt...the screams...the screams...and the pants....Gods! The Pants!!!" -Captain Urtin, who salted and ate his former soldiers."Jar-Jar you're a genius!"

The barman laughed, and set a glass down. "I'll be the judge of that. People I like remember? That generally includes nice people, or at least somthing close to nice."

"I saw it, there, in the sewers...for just a second. All hunched over, skin pale white beneath those rags...so many rags. The vermin crawled about his feet like idolaters at worship, and I swear that the wind drew breath in a frightened gasp at his passing. He wore cold like a cloak and I swear that behind that smiling golden mask he was laughing at me as his curved blade rose and fell, cutting through my men. It left wounds filled with crystals of salt...the screams...the screams...and the pants....Gods! The Pants!!!" -Captain Urtin, who salted and ate his former soldiers."Jar-Jar you're a genius!"

Tearain giggled and gave him a warm smile. "Don't worry. You couldn't have prevented it. After all, it is Shiro X's story." Lumenias and Shiro both laughed a bit.

"And yet he still hasn't finished." Lumenias added. He looked over to Ludevian. "...You've been strangely silent. What's wrong?" Ludevian looks across at Lumenias, constantly having a wide smile.

"I have a secret technique or ultimate power. Let me show you." He placed his hands on the table. "Feel the might of Banana Pudding with strawberry sprinkles!" He then creates a compression field around his legs. When it vanished, so did his pants. "Oops, the underpants knomes must've struck, again. Teeheehee."

Shiro and Tearain both stared at him, but Lumenias remained calm. "Ludevian..." He shook his head and snapped his fingers. In a poof, his pants returned, along with a pair of underpants.

Satsuke finished off her drink, "Man, this place is getting real crowded." She left some money for the drinks on the counter, but she was some what drunk by now. "I think I'll just go home and take a nap." She got and tried to leave, but she forgot her power didn't work here. "Why can't I get through?!" She tries over and over until she finally gives up and sits down at a nearby seat and just kind falls asleep.

"Clossing time is fifteen minutes after the last drunk stumbles out the door. Thats never been later than 3:30 AM." He watched Satsuke walk into the door, and turned to chuckle to himself.

"I saw it, there, in the sewers...for just a second. All hunched over, skin pale white beneath those rags...so many rags. The vermin crawled about his feet like idolaters at worship, and I swear that the wind drew breath in a frightened gasp at his passing. He wore cold like a cloak and I swear that behind that smiling golden mask he was laughing at me as his curved blade rose and fell, cutting through my men. It left wounds filled with crystals of salt...the screams...the screams...and the pants....Gods! The Pants!!!" -Captain Urtin, who salted and ate his former soldiers."Jar-Jar you're a genius!"

The dreaded gargale blaster did not apear as the bartender pointed out that those twelve cokes needed time to empty out of his digestion before anything else could get in.

"I saw it, there, in the sewers...for just a second. All hunched over, skin pale white beneath those rags...so many rags. The vermin crawled about his feet like idolaters at worship, and I swear that the wind drew breath in a frightened gasp at his passing. He wore cold like a cloak and I swear that behind that smiling golden mask he was laughing at me as his curved blade rose and fell, cutting through my men. It left wounds filled with crystals of salt...the screams...the screams...and the pants....Gods! The Pants!!!" -Captain Urtin, who salted and ate his former soldiers."Jar-Jar you're a genius!"

Brian sighed, walked out, and came back in with a Pan Galatic Gargle Blaster in his hands. He grinned, held the cup up, and drank. The effects were immeditate. Wizard began singing and wobbling around.

Caligula (DSA) wrote:"hahaha, ilove how no body here knows ho to control themselves, can nobody else hold there liquor?"

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Zero looked up as the significance of this phrase just came to him. "I don't have a problem holding my liquor. Not being able to get drunk and all that. Oi, Barkeep! So do you know of that stuff I told ya about?"

The dark liquer was produced, along with a bottle of Jack Daniels. No cattle prod seemed forthcoming. The jar of pickles was produced and three plucked out with tongs.

"I saw it, there, in the sewers...for just a second. All hunched over, skin pale white beneath those rags...so many rags. The vermin crawled about his feet like idolaters at worship, and I swear that the wind drew breath in a frightened gasp at his passing. He wore cold like a cloak and I swear that behind that smiling golden mask he was laughing at me as his curved blade rose and fell, cutting through my men. It left wounds filled with crystals of salt...the screams...the screams...and the pants....Gods! The Pants!!!" -Captain Urtin, who salted and ate his former soldiers."Jar-Jar you're a genius!"